Depth

[Jade]

Tie my hands behind me. I'll square my shoulders. Force me to stand.

I'll stand tall. Gag my mouth. Silent repose. Cover my face. Eyes pleading.

Light the fire at my feet.

I'll hear the flames devour my skin.

I'll smell the acrid scent of flesh.

I'll taste the revulsion. I'll feel the pain.

I'll see the darkness.

[Jade]

Frustration

Wells up and Spills

Over. Because you

Just are not listening

to me. Smoke seeps around

the edges and ages of water

bubbling over and

frothing at the bit. Because if

you could hear me

screaming from underwater

smoke curling up

you would see the fire,

That I see. Tearing at me.

Devouring.

me.

[Jade]

Libraries tend to be that way, quiet.

Like the uncomfortable awkward silences that no one really likes to listen to.

Just pretend it isn't there.

Sit quietly and someone else will break the silence, surely they will.

Because they always do.

People love to hear their own voices.

To remind them that they're not alone.

Because that darkness, that like of light lack of life, is so empty.

Such a huge void that human life can not fill.

And even when it does, when the bodies and the mirth and the scent of it all

Fill the room and destroy the space, it's still empty.

People still feel a void.

Even with all of those bodies pressed in around them.

So the man in the back row talks loudly to

Impress upon the people around him that he really does exist.

And that's okay, I guess.

Because that's how libraries tend to be.

Quiet.

[Peredhil]

Very vivid Imagery on these. You know, if you'd put "weenie" in the subtopic, any one of these soul-tearing poems could've bought off that "weenie award".

[dragonqueen]

Awesome poems. I like the rythyms. One can really feel the raw emotion in these pieces. The first poem reminded me of Joan of Arc, but I think that wasn't what you'd intended? The third one was truly amazing.